The University of Memphis assistant professor offers up a memory of picking apples as a child in glorious early autumn, “trees wild with growth, branches pushing into sky the color of oceans on classroom globes.” Just when it seems we’re headed down the easy path of soft-focus reminiscence, Livingston pulls her sister into the scene to deliver information that casts the idyll in a new and much harsher light. The introduction to Sonja Livingston’s “Queen of the Fall” presents the usual memoirist’s disclaimer in the most graceful way possible.
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